to toe Cause J-Bo is who I be, won't fuck with you, don't fuck with me So can't you see through the enemies You'd besta be all you can fucking be Stay
this way huh? Why do y'all act like fuckin sissies you pussies keep talkin shit behind my back you just some bitches for that And we all knowwww - we all
My homeboys in Clinton And Rikers Island All the penitentiaries Mumia, Mutulu, Geronimo Pratt All the political Prisoners San Quinton All the jailhouses
of a madman who screams in the dark Evil lurks, enemies, see me flee Activate my hate, let it break, to the flame Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop
style is bitten (Rakim) You heard my melody, read about my life in the papers All my run-ins with authorities Felonious capers Now you want to live my
will never get this shit back Spit it so eloquently My pistols represent me Bust until my rounds empty Back for the street fame [Chorus] (One love to my
my homies that was buried See my enemies wanna see me dead, I ain't worried, forgive me Please give me shelter, calm my fears Lifted my head, from my
the stories nigga, now they wanna really see, Bomb First, my motto, it's fully guaranteed, Niggaz is playa haters, label them my enemies, I'm dumpin
my mission my competition no longer beefin' I murdered all them bustaz now i'm the last muthafucka breathin' Chorus [2pac] Stress, and busta free, enemies
of yall hatas man... my main man acafool my dog triple X.. all the way from st. louis my dog KG ***CHORUS*** i got my hata blockas on (x6) nigga
a diss dem babymada fi dem uptown wife Dem a front but I have my doubt Si dem in the club a flash cash all about A pose like thug when in fact dem
so here I am : come enemies : cornered with my back to the sea The ground beneath our feet all red awash with human blood severed limbs and bodies dead
york, Word life. you know I can kick it. At my show on the down low, you’re sellin’ wolf-tickets. Ha ha, the trigger I’m tryin’ to tell ya. Now my nigga
I've done everything that's wrong and made it right again I've talked to all my enemies and turned them into friends I've been crucified and resurrected from the dead
, had it all and then I lost it Stars are in my eyes and skeletons are in my closet Now when I open my eyes and I rise from the dead Take control of my
was a kid Slangin dope, poppin Shroomz and droppin lots of sin Psychodelic visions would ensue My view feelin the alter-states as they altered my fate But I ??? ???, all
crip like snoop u aint a blood like Game see i been havin' beef i got my own bullet proof vest most my enemies dead i got about two left until my last
still alive and I will never wanna follow anyone else I serenade myself And I'm pulling on the pieces That deflect my enemies Give it all from the inside Get it all